Easter: A Memoir, A Remembrance

Aaaah, Easter! What a wonderful time of the year. It brings me back to my school daze in Mr. Beelzebub’s homeroom class. I sat in front of this dream boat, hunk of a man. Boy did have a way with him, like he knew what I was think all of the time…like he could walk on water if I asked him. Boy I still think about that boy, Heyzus H. Krist (or something like that)

We did everything together, through thick and thin. And cute? Like a god, a saint at that! It was like he was bound for much better things! Taking over his father’s business or something he used to say…can’t remember!

I remember the time when the doctor’s told me that I would never have children as I was barren, no eggs! So what did Heyzus do? We he boiled a bunch of eggs and we decorated them. We did this every year in April to commemorate the awful news. (I wonder if he still does this?)
Sometimes we’d just skip school and hang out at the corner drinking some wine he has just made (really, who makes wine better than Heyzus?)
Sometimes we go up into the woods and play hide and seek in the caves.
Sometimes we’d just hang out together.
OOOH, I miss that old hung stud. I wonder what he’s doing now.
I still have the bunny he gave me one spring.
I still have a thing for bunnies! I thought it was odd to give someone a rabbit, but I guess he felt bad when I told him mine died?! It actually inspired me to become a bunny in real life.





I think he ended up in public speaking or something, I guess it’s a miracle he’s working at all.

Happy Easter, Honeys. Love Miss DeeDee